No names please to protect the wicked. 
So, who was your black sheep in the family? The one person nobody talks about in polite company?
We can share anonymously the relatives we’d never acknowledge in real life. 
Most of my grand parents and great grand parents were really hard working farmers or oil field workers. Raised big families, paid their bills and got through the Great Depression with as much dignity as possible. Blood was thicker than water. You tried to stand by and support your family no matter what.
This was between 1925-1963 when great grand dad finally died.
The one exception was my great grandfather. AFAIK he never went to jail. But he was one sorry ass character. He abandoned my great grandmother several times and shacked up with various women during his travels. My great grandmother had five young kids at home to raise by herself with no education or job skills.
My grandmother was the eldest of those kids and married at 15 partially to escape the poverty. My granddad supported his wife’s impoverished family and his own young family with his salary from working in the oilfields. My granddad was a fine and honorable man. He took care of great grand mother the rest of her life.
Great granddad never got any better as he aged. He was constantly living off some woman until they threw him out. He’d show back up in my hometown broke and needing a place to stay. My great grandmother had divorced him by then. Members of the family would still give him money or a bed to sleep in for awhile until he took off again for more travels and women. There’s no telling how many bastard kids he sowed in those years before birth control.
One time, great granddad took one of his sons on a trip out of state. My uncle was maybe 17 at the time. Great granddad blew all the travel money and had just enough for one bus ticket home. He took the bus and left my uncle to hitchhike home. It took him over a month to get home :rolleyes: My uncle hated that old man the rest of his life. He used to say, “he wouldn’t piss in his ass if his guts were on fire”. That was his own dad. :eek: But my uncle had a really tough time getting back home with no money. He became a hard man really quick during that trip.
By old age everybody in the family had been burned by great granddad and hated him. My granddad was the only person willing to help him with a place to stay. He repaid them with all sorts of cantankerous behavior. He’d get the mail from the box and burn it. Grandad would find out because the bills would never arrive. The final straw was when he spit in my grandmothers face during an argument. The old man was half senile by then. They finally put his sorry ass in a nursing home.
Even in the nursing home he was a handful. Not long before dying my cousin visited him in the nursing home. He was maybe 11 then. Great grand dad told him to grab this black nurse and f*ck her in the closet. :eek: Quite an eyeopener for a 11 year old.
He was a worthless unrepentant old bastard to the very end. He’s buried in the same cemetery as great grand mother. But, on the opposite end. She made it clear that she didn’t want to be buried anywhere near him.
, there was my paternal grandfather. He was always a bit of a ne’er do well, according to my grandmother’s family, and when my grandmother died at the age of 34 leaving young children, he abandoned the kids. He married about 8 more times, with some of the wives younger than his children. His only contact with family was to try to borrow or make money off them; my father wouldn’t have anything to do with him.